Big Fat Books Worth The Effort Novels & Stories

he had dialed his agent, “Hi boss whats up “Buisn Wavy blonde hair feeling the screen . Abigail Roberts was the quintessential American beauty and his first and only agent. Having graduated from Harvard with masters in Business degree she had joined her father agency as a partner and had quickly turned it over into one of the most recognizable names. He remembered at the time he signed though mayny thought he could have done better than signing with a small family agency . But he had been impressed with Abby coming all the way to not only recruite him but had givn him a five year plan of ho she would map out the way so that he could bee the most marketable athlete in the world and break the

“I don’t like your tone.” I turned to her, catching that look she always gave me whenever I started digging my own grave. “What?” “They’re wrong about you, Syd. Brooklyn isn’t better than you. If anything, you’re better than her in ways they’re trying to suppress.” I scoffed. “People would pay millions to see Brooklyn’s thighs if it were in a museum.” Maeve shot me a look like she wanted to lay me on the ground, sit on my back and spank me.

was laundering millions through real estate By the time she pitched the story to her editor, she’d already lost sleep connecting dots no one wanted connected. The Tribune killed the piece, too risky, too thin, not worth the lawsuit. Two weeks later Aria resigned, trading the comfort of a steady paycheck for the freedom to chase a story no one else would touch. Freelance life hadn’t been glamorous. She’d written travel blurbs, restaurant reviews, anything to pay rent while she dug deeper. Each new lead circled back to the same name. Dominic Valente.

It was to fulfill her promise to Dave. But, to be honest, she was a little hesitant to go to the bookstore with the only hope of finding something. There were many books, of course, and it confused her. Which one to buy it? The introduction seemed boring—she spent a more extended time skimming some chapters—and some too business was very confusing. She could only blink blankly, not understanding at all. Moreover, there were many. She should have asked for his recommendation. She picked up a fairly thick book, around four centimeters. It had ‘Profit’ in the title. And as the title suggested, it talked about how to make a profit in any business.

Felix quickly echoed him, "That's right! Ms. Beckett, don't fall for his tricks! He's a heartless man who can't even treat his own brother properly. Someone like him would sell his soul for money. "He's not worthy of you! Are you firing me because he filled your head with lies? You're in charge of the company. How could you let a nobody like him control you?"

I read from a self-help book I had once read, ‘Eat-That-Frog’, that eating your biggest frog first would make eating the smaller ones easier. That big book I picked was my biggest frog. It looked so bulky and hard to read. The fun part was that the books in the pack were limited editions and couldn't be found anywhere else. “Okay, princess. Let’s get to work. We can argue later," she said, and I assumed that was her admitting defeat in a subtle way. We read for over an hour with me resisting the urge to ask where Dominic went. Did he really leave the pack for me? What about his people? And what about his work?

He know that his following was substancial enough that his posts would be shared on social media on different platforms. He felt although he could get any woman he felt he connected with Tess and trusted she wasnt with him for his money. Although he did not trust woman around him they would throw themselves at him until they realized he wouldn’t spend any money on them. They would quickly lose interest. He knew Tess must know his rich status now and follow his platforms for any hint he was fresh on her trail. Some days he would say he hated her others the opposite.

Everything feels so up in the air. I still need to sign the contract Johnny gave me earlier. My stomach is over full from eating three slices of a meat lovers pizza and pounding two pints of a heavy stout. I draw myself a bubble bath. Watching music videos in a bathtub is a life I never thought I would be living. This isn’t so terrible.

it was uploaded 2 hours ago and there were almost 3 million comments so far. there was a notification on my profile page so i clicked it. Then I clicked on the link to watch the video again. As I watched it one last time, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I could hear my heartbeat. It wasn't a big deal to start an online book. it didn't require any major investment on my part. it's just an effort to let my readers see that my books aren't a joke. that they might not be. that they might turn out well.

I rest on my office table. My face was calm but my palms was where all my anger lied in. The pain as I clench it at the edge of the table for over five minutes now, doesn't bother me. I swallow hardly. My evident adam apple moving up and down. I seem to be working with foolish people, who aren't as smart as I had expected them to be. But their foolishness is their business. It shouldn't be rubbed off on my work or anything concerning me.